“Well, this looks plumb delicious,” Arlene Davis gushed over a plate of whole wheat waffles topped with blueberries—the same breakfast Vaughn had fixed her every day for the last seven years.
Author: sandybouman
An Angel, A Rose
The graveyard was quiet, save for the wind that rippled through the dry, overgrown grass and the branches of a dying willow that scraped against the weathered mausoleum. A thick fresco of slate-colored clouds blotted out the moon and stars in an ink-dark sky. The only light came from a flickering candle that threatened to go out with every tentative step.
The Three
Once, before there was time, three seeds fell to the earth. With fertile soil, a pinch of luck, and the passing of the seasons, the seeds sprouted, their branches reaching ever skyward.
Viking He is Not
“Maybe I’m a Viking,” Roy chuckled to himself. “Wouldn’t that be something?”
The Red Scarf
“What’s this?” I wondered, stretching up on my toes to reach a small box wedged in the back corner of the top shelf…
Words.
Sometimes, I like to write. This is where I will post things that I write, when I get around to writing them. Read on for my latest stories, thoughts, and more…